Hope is the bridge between despair and joy A bridge with which I tease and toy A bridge that has degraded to shambles A bridge with nothing left to amble As I stare down the channel from my grave to my rebirth, I realise there is no hope for those already in a hearse

HOPEfully the journey is easy on you IS gentle on your aching joints THE miles is a big long number BRIDG(E)ing you from point to point BETWEEN sharp cliffs and low valleys DESPAIR may haunt your every turn AND depression bites. So find that light. the JOY and pray for safe return

Everything seems to be pointless In the morning light, I see the rain I try hard to look away, try to refrain But when my spirit loses its way I can’t be brave, can’t chase the fear away.

I need light to guide my way. I need a hand to rise me again. I need a song to play in my head. I need to trust in a better day.

We hide in fear, avoid the words, We cry to the silence, without our voice being heard.

You are not alone, Don’t be afraid! We will walk together, Trough this war with no claim, Knowing hope is the bridge between despair and joy.

If I would have to save one thing, I would save the peace, I would save our peace.

You can’t forgive, Not what they’ve done, They took away from you, Your most precious part.

Now, you can’t fight, not alll by your side, No, you can’t not try to forget this feeling inside I’d rather put this world aside, Than walk away from you, leave you down.

If I would have to say one word, I would say “peace” I would say “ our peace” Oh, yes, I would say that peace stands above every part of you and me.

I would rather set this world I see trough my eyes, Free in the darkness, lost in the meaning of time Than stand against you, on the line…

No, I choose our peace.

Down on my knees for you They ached oh so much Oh so much

Praying Over and over Again and again

One two three One two three

Blink breathe Blink breathe

Hoping that my dreams shall come true Tears staining my cheeks Ignorant to the sad truth The painful reality

There’s no such thing as equality No such thing as freedom Peace They are merely myths

And that’s when it hit me

Hope is the bridge between despair and joy Hoping the world will glue back my shattered heart Hoping you will come back Hope…

My knees numb whenever I finally decide to stand My tear stained cheeks turning a rosy red Hope…

At the top of the mountain People gaze down below Finding success in the big achievements that made them grow When it took three days to climb up hill A backpack on their back With what little food and water Can they share what they have left? Hope is the bridge Between the mountain and the valley When it comes to despair and joy It simply cannot be tallied

people say that god tests the one’s he loves,even if it inflicts pain Maybe that’s true But what if I don’t believe in god? I keep having bad experiences just like that for no reason? Just suffering for the sake of suffering?

I always found the concept of past lives interesting because what if it was true And “god” keeps putting me in these situations over and over with the same people yo learn my lesson. because that’s how it feels Maybe im just exhausted.

Or maybe i dont believe in god I dont think I want to

It’s a shame how there’s so many beautiful things in this life only or people to be a bunch of faggots and ruin it all

What’s hope for people how have nothing else to live for?

It feels okay when your with the wrong people , it feel wrong with the right people

I am both amused and disheartened about the debate

Everyone laughs about what he said But it’s scary people still support him anyway

He has this power To say anything he wants And no one still stop him

Hope really is the bridge between despair and joy I’m hopeful But also worried

What a time to live in America

——— (It funny in a bad way that a presidential candidate would ever say things like illegal aliens eating pets or whatever he said, but it’s scary how people still support him.

I’ve had one encounter when I was young that someone said to me as a joke about eating a cat (I’m Chinese). I didn’t know it then but I do know now how racist and wrong that was, especially with how young I was. It just makes me sick how Trump can literally be racist and say blatantly untrue things and get away with it. And potentially could again be the president.

Please anyone in the US that can vote needs to this election. I’m not even trying to say which side to vote for but just exercise your right and vote. Also, I don’t hate republicans, I just don’t like Trump. If that wasn’t clear. Ok my rant is done now. Have a good day!)

Despair and joy are Closer than you think

There is one thing that Bridges them together

It’s that one thing That people try not to Have too much of

It can lead you into being Strong, other times it can Lead you into being weak

Sometimes when it’s false It does more help than when It’s real

Hope is the bridge Between despair and joy

They say, “Hope is the bridge Between despair and joy,” But what would happen if The bridges start to fall?

They say when you come to A bridge, you should cross it, But I grew up hearing A different saying.

It was, “We’ll burn that bridge Whenever we get there.” So I burned all of mine, Every last one of them.

If there’s nothing left now, It’s probably my fault. I know I can’t fix it, All the damage I caused.

“Hope is the bridge between despair and joy.” A quote so true especially about a certain boy.

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Stop being smart, that’s too attractive— Stop having a heart, I don’t think my heart can take it.

Stop smiling and joking, you’re literally so fine— Stop grinning and talking with that smooth, deep voice of yours.

Stop the humor, I’ve already fallen. Stop the rumors, I can’t handle hearing you’re with her

and I like a guy who might have a girlfriend. now why might that be? Why might someone as dumb and loud or quiet and smart as me fall for someone who doesn’t have a heart to give anyone else?

Cause he’s smart, he’s a gentleman (even if he pretends not to be) whoo, boy, it seems his number one fan is me— He’s funny and his smile is bright.

It doesn’t even matter that he plays football, or that he’s tall (Though, that is a bonus!) It’s really he’s smart and respects all the teachers, he’s going to break my heart.

I want to scream “Stop looking at me, I can’t handle that gaze with the fire set free.”

Because, guess what, his eyes were on me. And they kept up until I myself looked away. I wish I didn’t. But my crush, this stupid little crush, will not live to see the day— where I didn’t look away.

*I technically have two crushes rn but they are like complete opposites, soooo…

also this guy from this poem, he got into a lot of fights last year, but like now he hasn’t gotten into any. Now he’s like insanely chill and smart and I know more about him and all that. And he keeps looking at me like confusing the ZAINS(1) out of me. Also, I haven’t seen him and the girl together since last year, and I’ve heard some rumors, but like never believe those. boys are so confusing…*

(1) ZAINS - can be anything from butterflies to bees to whatever else fits an emotion

Hope you liked my confusing poem,

XOXO, Zain 🩵